Trucks, Trucks, Trucks!

What the fascination is with boys and trucks, I will never know; however, I'm grateful any time that there is an opportunity for the boys to get up close and personal with some of them.  This weekend, there was an annual event in our town, all of these rad trucks come and collect in a large municipal parking lot and little boys (and a few girls) come and pretend for a little while that they're driving these massive things.  It's mildly amusing as a parent to see them touch those dirty steering wheels, sit in the back of a police car (you know, where they put the perps) and claw their way up mud splashed running boards and steps, but it's also overwhelmingly joyful as a parent to watch their little eyes light up when they realize that they can actually do all of that and not get in trouble for it.

There were highs of the day: getting to drive the fire truck and have the siren wail and there were lows: having a sword shaped balloon pop less than five minutes after getting it, but overall the boys (including Jim) had a blast.

Check out some of those mad balloon skills... ten seconds later, it was gone.

This is pretty much how I envision Arden's first day of school going.  Cool older brother chillin' and little brother trying to figure out how he can climb out of that bus.

I'm not sure what this victory was all about, but it looked awesome from the ground.  Maybe it was the climb up the seven foot ladder.

This kid is totally mine, we never pass up the opportunity to cheer for ourselves.

And now, the day is done and shockingly someone's not very happy, which is also another trait of mine.